Hawk devils murder mc, p.13
Hawk: Devil's Murder MC, page 13
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#4 Life of Sin
#5 TBD
Lords of Wrath MC
#1 Tarek
#2 TBD
Iron Renegades MC
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#2 Jester’s Ride
#3 TBD
Pres/Founder – Crow
VP/Founder – Raven
SGT at Arms – Hawk
Enforcer – Talon
Secretary – Carrion
Treasurer – Claw
Road Captain – Swift
Tail Gunner – Jay
Member/Tech – Eagle Eye
Member/Cleaner – Cuckoo
Member/Healer – Falcon
Prospect – Goose
Prospect – Robin
Sneak Peek
I became a murderer by accident. There was no premeditation, no desire to snuff a man’s life. At least, not before tonight. The body lying below my feet in a pool of his blood, still sticky and warm, deserved to be punished.
And I was happy to do it.
I slit his throat with one of my knives and watched the lifeblood leak between his fingers as he feverishly pressed his hands to his neck. As if he could prevent the reaper—or the phantom—from taking his pound of flesh. An eye for an eye. Justice.
Touch what belonged to me, and ruin would follow—preferably death.
Javier Barone should have suffered longer for attacking Bianca and terrifying her the way he did.
The piece of shit was an animal. There were two rape charges against him, and it sickened me that Alaric Huber allowed him on the property.
After I left the body, my anxiety skyrocketed, not for the dead man soaking into his blood, but for Bianca mia.
Everything happened so fast. I didn’t get a chance to check on her and ensure she was alright. Pissed, my hands formed fists, only loosening when I found the slope of the roof and climbed my way back to the veranda.
She was crying. Merda!
Her suffering felt like my own. I grabbed at my chest, nearly stumbling into a wall. No. I had to make this better.
Getting this close was folly. I should have stayed away, but my heart wouldn’t allow it. I dropped silently onto the veranda, approaching her with hands raised, moving slowly not to spook her. Tears glistened on her cheeks. Her big blue eyes, usually bright and clear, were cloudy and dull.
I couldn’t resist picking up her hand and kissing the surface, inhaling the sweet aroma of her soft skin. “Don’t cry,” I grunted, “it pains me to see it.”
She didn’t get a chance to answer.
Screaming broke out below us, and I knew Javier’s body had been found.
“An eye for an eye,” I announced darkly, backing away to merge into the shadows where I belonged, not in the light where Bianca, mio angelo, could shine alone.
I waited long enough to catch the expression on her face, a mixture of confusion, concern, and, finally, satisfaction. Relief followed. No figure from her nightmares would harm her again.
Thinking of that slight smile of satisfaction on her face made my cock swell with need. While she was innocent, Bianca also had a wild, rebellious side.
She craved a little danger and didn’t shy away from the macabre.
That sliver of darkness called to me, and I loved the fact that she enjoyed my little gift.
“From me to you,” I whispered, returning to the shadows to observe la mia bella bambola at my leisure. A consistent guardian who followed in her wake, vigilant against further harm.
I wondered if someday she would ask my name and become curious about the demon of the night.
Would she, could she, see the man behind the monster? The one who would die to protect her, who championed and watched over her since the day we met?
I never hoped for anything, not since the day I learned monsters were real, and they took the form of people who enjoyed preying upon children.
But for this? Bianca? The chance to be seen for who I was inside and not the ruined man on the outside . . . I dared to hope.
Nearly an hour later, I found Bianca at the back of the estate.
Another fated moment destined to change the course of our lives.
The vision in white monopolized every cell in my brain while the blood in my veins surged, swelling and thickening my cock. She had no way of knowing how I reacted to her, how deeply rooted she’d become, taking residence in my head and heart. Dangerous, probably to us both.
I couldn’t see the man who walked beside her through the gardens, illuminated only by the faint amber glow of the paper lanterns above their heads. With a frown, I decided to move closer, traveling in tandem on the opposite side of the hedges, which allowed perfect concealment.
The stranger’s hand brushed across Bianca’s shoulder, dipping far too close to her breast.
As if the exposed cleavage wasn’t enough to piss me off, the man ogled her like a juicy fat steak he couldn’t wait to devour.
Even though his touch upon her skin lasted only a couple of seconds, it felt like an eternity.
My gaze didn’t leave the place where his hand touched until she pulled away, a slight blip of concern disappearing from her face as fast as it appeared. Ah, she didn’t want his attention. Good.
Maybe I wouldn’t have to kill him.
It was then that I noticed she’d taken the white rose I’d left for her and placed it in her hair. A virginal spot of white against the thick raven locks. I couldn’t hide the grin that nearly split my face in two, even when it pulled too tightly on the left side of my face. Something stirred deep in my chest.
All I wanted to do was whisk her away and pull her into my domain, allowing her light to consume us both.
Without a worry, I continued to follow them through the maze of bushes and hedges, hoping she ended up alone. I craved another few minutes in her presence, just ten seconds of her sweet floral scent and those big sapphires staring up at me.
It wasn’t meant to be.
“Will you be happy, Bianca?”
His question forced me to concentrate on their conversation.
“It doesn’t appear that I have a choice.”
What the hell did that mean?
“I’ve loved you since we were kids, cara mia. Surely you know that.”
“Then why didn’t you propose to me instead of forcing this engagement from my nonno?” Her eyes sparked with blue fire.
How the fuck did this happen without my knowledge?
Alaric Huber wanted his granddaughter to marry this fool. Why?
“Answer me, Rubio.”
Rubio? My eyes narrowed into slits. I remembered his file. Rubio De Marco. A hired gun.
Bad news for il mio dolce angelo.
She wouldn’t marry him, not as long as I had breath in my lungs. He wasn’t getting anywhere near her after tonight.
Fury spiked in my veins, heavy and hot, as I nearly growled.
Staring at the man who dared to slip his arm around her, I finally took the time to assess his features. Realization dawned. He was the man from the theater. The one who stood next to Alaric after the performance, waving like a lunatic.
My brows pinched together.
I knew him. From where I wasn’t sure, but I never forgot a face. Maybe the fact that mine had been ruined caused me to recall such details, but the man was familiar. He was connected to my past, and that couldn’t be a coincidence.
Bianca purposely moved to let his hand fall away, and Rubio smirked. The fucker knew she didn’t like his touch.
Every tolerant thought I had of him vanished. I took it all back, snarling with barely restrained rage.
He needed to die.
Rubio made his excuse, leaving Bianca to make her way back to the house alone. Glad he decided to fuck off and give Bianca a break, I followed behind her, leaving the shadows. It only took a few seconds for her to freeze, slowly pivoting on her foot to face me.
“I knew you were there.”
I didn’t answer.
“You heard, didn’t you?”
Scowling, I nodded.
“I hate him.”
What did he do to her to cause such a reaction?
“Tell me why,” I growled.
“He forced himself on me five years ago.”
What!?
How was that possible? I watched over her, protected her. The only unaccounted-for times occurred when she went away to school. Did he find her there? Hurt her?
“Were you harmed?”
She bit her lip. “No. I fought him off.”
My neck cracked as I rolled my shoulders. “I won’t let it happen again,” I vowed.
“You can’t stop it. I’m going to be his wife,” she spat.
I lifted my hand, cursing as she turned around and walked away, her cute ass swishing with every step. She didn’t get far before she bumped into one of the hedges and fell over, tipping onto the lawn.
A giggle fell from her pouty, kissable lips.
How did I miss that she’d drank too much?
“Benny,” she whispered, rolling to her side. “Why did you abandon me?”
At first, I thought she spoke to me, but then I realized she didn’t have a clue about my real identity. Then it hit me. She missed me.
Wow. I never stopped to think how deeply knowing her secret would impact me.
“Angelo,” I whispered, crouching at her side. “You can’t sleep out here.”
She mumbled something unintelligible.
Scooping underneath her bottom, I lifted her, bringing her soft, curvy body into my frame.
The rightness of that moment nearly stole my breath.
She belonged with me. I could feel it.
The same way I knew five years ago that she’d changed my life forever the minute she walked into it.
I managed to sneak her into the house without detection, laying her on her bed and removing her shoes.
Staring down at her flawless, beautiful face, I swore I would find a way to release her from the engagement her grandfather forced her into, even if I had to kill Rubio De Marco to do it.
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About the Author
Nikki Landis is the USA Today Bestselling & Multi-Award-Winning Author of wickedly fierce romance. Her books feature dirty talkin' bikers, deadly reapers, dark alpha heroes, protective shifters, and seductive vampires, along with the feisty, independent women they love. There's heart-throbbing action on every page. Within her books, you can find suspense, fated mates, instalove, and soul bonds deep enough to fulfill every desire. Like your books on the darker side with plenty of spice? Look no further!
She lives in Ohio with her husband, boys, and a little Yorkie who really runs the whole house.
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